Friday, January 04, 2013

Free Progress Way in Integral Education


Free Progress Way in Integral Education

 something for trickling, raising question first.. 


In an Integral Education,
Free progress is one of the ways.
Where free stand for being free,
Free of own desires and impulses,
Free of outer view and concepts,
Free doesn’t stands here for
Doing what one like to do,
Or wants to do,
Nor about free to do anything.
It is about being free to do,
What is relevant for progress?
How we come to Know,
What is relevant for progress.
Thus it requires discipline and guidance,
To know and discover ones aim of life.
One is free for this discovery
To take up this adventure
Only and only for a progress,
Without which life is dead.

[Now in form of analogy, has to try out in poetic way later. Also keep in mind no analogy is 100% complete as after all it is an analogy not real thing itself.]
It is a way of water cycle; of a river. River knows her goal, her aim in life. She wants to achieve it. Traditionally we had been kept goal of river as meeting to ocean. But for me, at this moment it is not final and true aim of hers. Her true aim is to become nectar. She wants to help others in her course and wants to forget about herself. With this aim in mind, she begins her journey from her home in mountains. First thing she has to do is to come out of comforts and conditioned imposed by older on her. First step towards free. Yet she has to keep in mind that I have to progress, for which she accepts being in discipline and takes helps of banks. Without which she can’t move further and work for progress. Despite of all odd with this free progress she meets her goal. This is not complete she has to go for another level of freedom. Not to lose her originality, purity within. Again she aspires, with divine grace of Sun sets herself free, forms a union and comes back again for progress. She will keep on till whole of water comes to its natural state. Not of sweet and sour, not of color or shape. Completely free.

 [so much its symbolic, without pretext i doubt if anyone can understand it. hope soon i will come with proper introduction.. right now only this much.]

Thursday, January 03, 2013

On the verge

On the verge I stood, 
about to fall,
in a known trap
and something i heard..

i set back
proclaimed why i had come,
begun what i should 

I finally completed my own personal profile cum goal set cum review and group profile of my class. yet main task of 5 page write and my letter to parampriya is still pending. while working on all this, reading some thought provoking books, i had fallen down. gave up all my best to lower impulse of vital. after two days of sorry, today somehow i have managed to say NO. yet i went till the edge today also. I do hope by remembering my old poem 'Did you DO it?' will come out and soar in peace and bliss.

that year old poem

Did you DO it?


When sky turns red and gold,
Hovering over me, roaring onto me;
a bird who asks did you do it?She came and asked, “Did You do it?”

I was amazed, I was scared,
Why she has pocked to me,
And she asked again, “Did you do it?”

I had to reveal open secret,
We both knew what I did it;
Still she asked, “Did you do it?”

Some time wonder, some time weep
Joy and cry in shy, all I answered
When she asked, “Did you do it?”

Here is an account of what I did,
And what I didn’t,
Where far I flied and in my abode.

Before writing this and till I finish this,
She will come again and will ask;
“Did you do it?”
 - Vaibhav [14/03/2012]

[First two stanza and idea of this poem came on 7th march, day of holika dahan, when I was doing my shramdaan in kitchen. Two red wattle lapwin were chasing crows and roaring over them. What I heard was ‘did you do it?’
In poem she stands for bird, synonymous to dear The Mother and very near to my heart parampriya.]

Tuesday, January 01, 2013

chalo nayi daastaan likhe..


chalo nayi daastaan likhe...


dastak ki he naye saal ne ek darkasht le kar,
dakhila de hum ish jaha me nek khayal ko;
sifarish bhi woh saath laaya mere malik ke,
jo muje he pukar raha,
chalo nayi daastaan likhe.. 

chal mere bande, ab to nikal chal,
din dhal gaya he, 
dum he to nikal chal.
ek nayi daastaan likhne..



As first day of a year 2013 is about to end, a strong prayer is emerging out from the heart. To be, SATYAVAN. His way of sadhana is one where my heart, body and mind rests.

" But thou hast come and all will surely change:
I shall feel the World-Mother in thy golden limbs
And hear her wisdom in thy sacred voice
The child of the Void shall be reborn in God,
My Matter shall evade the Inconscient’s trance.
My body like my spirit shall be free.
It shall escape from Death and Ignorance. "

Satyavan's call to Savitri, on their destined meeting. Today, most of the time i felt an urge to answer few questions, to sought answers of them all in a days to come. symbols and legends of Savitri has revealed something significant for me and pertaining to my life. mind and heart is constantly drawing revelance with each part of the symbols.

Satyavan, who bares truth within. ignorant of his real self, he walks in joy in a palace of pleasures. Born in a human form, whose father has long forgotten and now lost the kingdom of glory and glame. In a process of creating identity he has cut the link from I and created a false, trapped i. The son of that father, contented in a way, not aware of real presence within. Now, he has awakened on a touch of savitri. He aspires to be with her, and through her to see the world and transcend the world. reclaim the glory.

O Parampriya, let this year be of total surrender, complete in its nature, with full sincerity and gratitude. A surrender as done by Satyavan. Satyavan within me us, asks to thee ' To come and make an abode in this part of your being.  transfigure and transform the mind and matter, canalised the energy to reveal thy self, to manifest thy way.'

eti shubham

Monday, December 31, 2012

One for you

One for you

One for you,
Finally something for you,
I had promise.

One for you, 
Towards the end,
I had resisted.

One for you,
As a adieu
I had in mind
Sorry, Not only mind,
I had in body
Sorry, sorry, not only mind and body
I had in heart
Oh! Actually from this united being.

One for you,
You still not got it.
lets clear the cloud
I come like the sound
O my dear I give 'I' to you,
Come now we both go,
Hand in hand,
Dissolve with Love,
Like a Dove.




My first first and first story


Untitled story
In the midst of a summer, winds were blowing hot dry air as never before. Sun kept on smiling to earth and sucking all of her energy yet telling by that smile, a new birth is waiting for you. You will be garland by flowers, trees and grasses. Animals, birds and beings will celebrate life all around. Don’t worry! Let this phase also pass on. That’s what sun told to earth, as a being responsible for creation on the earth.
While this discussion was taking place, clouds started forming on the ocean. Preparing themselves for journey and with help of sun and sea they have collected large amount of water with them for the journey. Now it was time for them to say good-bye to their abode. It was just a resting and rejuvenating place, ocean that was like their mother. They will go with their friend wind wherever they want to go. Wind came to the cloud and whispered these words in his ear “By nature I am free to travel all over the world. I pervade all around but you are dependent on me. I give you freedom to select a place where you like to go.” “I am responsible to carry this water to the distant land, drink very less as less as drop on tea spoon for my own journey. Nature too has bestowed freedom to me, to shower and sprinkle this water on earth wherever I want.”
After silence of minutes, cloud exploded his excitements “Till now I have seen most of the lands, from mountains to hills, planes to coastal areas, all are wonderful to see, to be there. I have seen peoples of cities, towns, villages and of nothing, their life, and celebrations. I also know how much they await for me egarly. As there whole life depends on me after light from the sun and oxygen from the atmosphere. I don’t know why? But this city person has started hating me in past few decades. I become reasons of cursing, for flood; they think I am dumb…” wind interrupted “ohh is it so, my dear friend as I am free to go anywhere anytime I have to keep moving. So I can’t wait here and listen to your story. It would be better you come along with me and when you decide let me know where to go. So I will take you there.”
By this they both started journey towards North by passing over beautiful seen of country sides. Ghats and hills, waving hands to the river, passing messages to birds and lighting that we are coming, soon my family will arrive here too.
Wind asked to cloud “why do you feel that people curse at you? Look down my friend, this trees are drying, animal and people are running sort of water and still you feel the same?”
Cloud replied in anguish and yet in calm “yes, what you are looking and telling is true, but you have looked at one part only. The moment I start dropping this treasure, they start mumbling about mud, delay in their schedule. I make them wet and their clothes dirty. They don’t like me for that. There are only very few who likes me, who loves me and enjoy with me”.
As their conversation was going on, passing all the curves and creatures of the earth without any sense of space and time covered in it. Cloud had made his mind, prepared his heart to take freedom, be responsible and use freedom of choice first time granted to him. He busted out loud “cloud take to the North West. To the desert, this time I would like to give joy to them. Bring smile on the faces of desert people.”
“Are you sure? All other clouds want to see coasts, hills and mountain, forest and gardens . what you will find in desert, a sand?”
“You have given me freedom of choice. I have realized my responsibility in real sense now. Also I would like to teach lesson to others, who curses on me, blames me. This choice which I am making is not against any law so far written on this universe. Can you take me there?”
Wind replied in affirmation “yes I will, but you are forgetting that you can’t just burst out on desert if you do so all your generosity will be in a vain. You have to find a mountain nearby to it, which you can give your treasure, who can hold it.”
“Indeed, I forgot the law of nature by which I am responsible. Let’s move ahead. I am sure we will find mountains” told cloud very excitedly by hearing this affirmative and supportive wind.
They both carried on in their journey and after a week time arrived to one corner of the desert, full of yellow sands. No signs of water and life, hardly there were any plant. They continued, it was rare but pleasant sight of watching people riding on their camel and traveling across the desert on those sunny days. People somehow heard the conversation of cloud and wind and were telling to each other. Look cloud is going over that side. What a bad luck we have, just because we are born in desert? They are not going to stop here and shower their blessings on us.”
There and then cloud seen in very clear view of big and tall mountains covered with dust and grass. Wind stopped their and so cloud.
“I came from distant horizon. I am free and want to give this treasure to you. So you can distribute it among the desert. Accept it.” Cloud in pleasing way offering service to mountain told.
“I am happy to see both of you. You must have taken a long flight to reach here, in the midst of desert. Come and take rest in my abode. I don’t have freedom of moving but I am happy to see far distance land, to hear and helping some kind soul like you. I was alone, I can speak but no one is around here. Desert likes to murmur and be with itself only. These small plants give me company sometime but not more than a few weeks. You are grace of god for us. Finally I had spoken something. Thank you.” On hearing this, cloud felt uneasy within. Sympathy for this newly discovered friend came out of his eye as drops. Flowing down on the mountains and running towards the desert.
Cloud exclaimed “why you are letting go this treasure, first keep it for yourself?” mountain replied with closed eye “what I want now, I am getting it all. First let this go to this land. I will require help of wind to create small reservoir here, so I can preserve few of remaining water. Serving to tree and on time will keep it pouring in to the stream. So they also can go further towards their destiny.” Cloud was impressed by act of unselfishness shown by mountain. His care for field and moor was indefinable. Cloud busted out loud this time.  Mountain had understood his responsibility very well. By giving away freedom of movement he catered to field, plants and peoples for thousands of years. Protecting desert and beings from disturbance sometime created by uncontrolled wind. He was savior in its own sense from uncontrolled nature and man. [To be continued.. may be never…….

Monday, April 05, 2010

letter -1

Dear Lord, How i sent feelings of my heart to you? 
you sent your message using your power, your lila. with nature as doer. beauty of the physical things. sometime a flowers , sometime stars. you come to me, with a message imbibed on the air. making different forms and structure with a tiny stones to grand mountains. with song of bird and fragrance of  flower. and sometime you become still, in a silence you speak so many things to me.ohh lord, so lovely you are !! so much romantic and beautiful. how can i sent my message to you? when i have thirst to see you, at least a glimpse!! you always fulfilled it with your magnificent way to embrace your lover. teach me this art of love, to embrace all, all my brother and sisters, who are nothing but you.

your beloved

Saturday, April 03, 2010

who leads??

Namaste,
dear friends,

from past few months something dazzling and provoking is going on, yet i not written anything on the blog.
always reasons put down all inspiration. to write and be with you all.
but mind has seen it, eyes will see it soon.

thats what want to say for right now!!
soon thoughts, and everything will come with a braze.



eti shubham

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